Page 81 of From Me to You
I nodded. “Yeah, I do need somewhere to put all my things.” I looked around the house I truly called home now. “I am going to miss this place. It somehow feels like all the good days are ending.”
Aunty M placed a hand on my shoulder, and I leaned into her. “I think everything is changing for the better. I am so happy you found a great man and that you are going to your dream college. I think this will be the most exciting chapter of your life.”
“I hope so, Aunty M. I hope so,” I whispered.
The dread that stirred in my stomach didn’t stop. Somehow, I wasn’t that excited for my next chapter because it terrified me.
Just then my phone vibrated with a call, Jay, I thought. I shot up from the couch and put my plate aside.
“It’s Jay,” I mumbled as I rushed into my room to pick up the call.
“Hello, sweetheart.” His warm, husky voice greeted me.
“Jay, I miss you so much,” I whispered.
“Sweetheart.” He breathed. “I miss you so fucking much too,” he said in such a low voice that I almost didn’t hear him.
“How did it go? When are you coming back?” I asked him.
I heard him swallow a breath. “Yeah, about that.” He started. “It went well. More than well, actually, they want to sign us.”
“Oh, my God, Jay. This is a big deal. I am so excited for you,” I muttered, but I knew there was more to it, suggesting by his tone.
“But they want us to continue the tour with the Crash Riders before they give us a solid deal. It’s not set in stone, but it’shighly unlikely they will say no, or else at least it will be some good exposure for the band.”
“Yeah, that seems like a fair deal. I am sure they will sign you guys after the tour.” I smiled, truly happy for him. He was finally going to get what he dreamed of after years of hard work. “How long is the tour for?”
“It’s around two months,” he whispered.
“That’s great. When are you coming back?”
“Yeah, about that. The tour starts right away, sweetheart.” I heard him exhale loudly.
My heart dropped, and I felt a hard lump form in my throat. “What do you mean right away, Jay?”
“Tomorrow, we are leaving tomorrow for Florida.” His voice was thick with emotion
“Tomorrow? You are not coming back?” My voice cracked.
“I asked them, but they told me it would only delay the show. Hell, they even said they would provide us with the instruments. They have organized everything. We couldn’t say no. This would be a great opportunity for the band,” he said softly.
“You are not coming back,” I repeated as my vision blurred with tears.
“Sweetheart, I am sorry. I tried, but I couldn’t do anything. Two months will be over before you know it. I promise, if I find time, I will try to come to see you.”
“Two months. You won’t be here for two months?” I sniffled.
“Sweetheart, please tell me you are not crying.”
That made me sob harder. I wanted to go back to the days I hardly cried. Being without him made me want to cry so badly.
“Fuck, Evy, don’t cry, baby. I know you never cry. Fuck, babe, you are killing me now,” I continued to sob. “Please don’t cry. I fucking hate this. Please stop, or I will take the next flight to come see you.” His voice broke.
“Jay, I am sorry. Please, don’t. You need to do this for the band.” I stammered as I wiped my eyes. “I just don’t know how to be without you for that long.”
He inhaled sharply. “I don’t know either. But I will call you every chance I get, okay? I will just be a phone call away. And when you finish school, you will be with me. I am never leaving your side, okay?”
“Okay.”